back into the boxes
every few months, my 'life' goes back into boxes. i wrap my camels and picture frames in scarves and collect my artwork off the walls. i hold each object and piece of cloth lovingly before i put it away. i try to keep only things with sentimental value - pieces of matter that speak to me of people, places, or experiences that have shaped me. other things get donated or recycled. every time i wonder at all i have collected, of all this substance that speaks of who i am. this time round i have nice plastic boxes that will hold these material reflections of my life. the vibrant colors, especially the chadian fabric, are visible through the clear plastic of the closed boxes - a foggy window into the partial reflection of my passions and my life journey. possessions do not define us and i recognize that i am so much more than the sum of what i own or wear. however, what i own and how i present myself has the capability to honor my individuality, my strength of character...